Roman Catholicism of the most rigid kind ran through the roots of my parents, and the culture I grew up in…
I almost felt as a child I had to come up with something to confess…soon my parents said we didn’t have to once mom became “born again”…and confessionals were now directly to God….

Never quite understood—why confess to who already knows everything?…questions never stopped.

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Im with you—thoughts don’t dictate who is good and bad. If I keep commenting—I’ll head straight to the hole I’m trying to avoid…😉🙌🏽….

Great read—thanks for sharing your evolution and I’m happy you think now as you do. This world is blessed to have you in it!!💗💗💗